Every year around spring training I seem to watch a game on TV where some asshole is sitting in the 80 degree sun drenched outfield grass section with a beer. Its usually raining here at that time. I curse him up one side and down the other. I have not even met his mother but she gets a little bit of bad mouthing too.
This spring training, I am that asshole. (But please don't talk about my mama)
My first introduction is being 5 minutes away out of a 40 min drive and realize i forgot the tickets. No worries. I bought them on line and a guy named Brian in the ticket office saved my butt a long drive back to get them. He reprinted after he asked if I bought them online. I did and he checked it out and i was good to go. You saved my trip and my experience to this ball park. I appreciate you.
The stadium is small in comparison to major league parks and I loved it. The staff is made up primarily of retired folks and they could not be nicer. The lines go a little slower because they BS and make jokes. It's all good. Loved it. Except the 70+ year old man that was trying to take a run at my girl. Back it up old man. I will push you down. Its all fun and games until someone breaks a hip.
Food is better than big league parks in LA and beer is way cheaper too. Everyone seems to really enjoy the Cactus league when it comes to town. I had a great time and if my girl can promise to behave in the future, I will take her back with me. Either way, I'm going.